Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.